I could see her red swollen pussy lips where that boy had been trying to fuck her but had gotten interrupted by my coming home.What was I going to do ...ith her…I certainly knew what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to fuck her until I had had enough. She was dead drunk…would she remember if I fucked her…would she even care who had fucked her.Against my better judgement I took off my pants and my underwear and then I knelt right in front of her pussy and stuck my cock in. She never opened her. It all took place in rural southern England in that wonderful time after the war had ended (for us. “the war” meant and still means World War II), in the fading golden afterglow of empire, before unpleasant realities intruded and thrust the world we had known into a new and unfamiliar shape. The revolutions of the sixties – social, sexual, political - were mostly yet to arrive but one, at least, had already made its appearance, if appearance it truly was.My family lived on a farm far removed. "The bot feeds its location to the master computer, the master computer ranges to the squirrel, a computation is made, the reservoir charges, and then we shoot." Won't the squirrel hear the air in the reservoir?" Freebie," Terri said. "After they learn to associate that sound with a whack on the heinie, they'll start taking off. It's not the ideal, but it's legal."That's one event. The other happened on the steps of the engineering building on campus. I was ambushed by Bert."What's up?" I think. Linda absents herself often, and even when she is near she does not speak much but lets Danny and me talk without taking part. This is much as it is when I am in my own hearth, the men talking among themselves and the women making their own separate talk or doing other things. When it was so I accepted it, it was the way of our people, but now it does not seem to me so good. Linda is not less than we men, and it does not seem right that she be shut out of our talk.To begin Danny asks me to tell.